I Got A Lil Advice For Partners Of Puppies Via My Partner! When Playing Fetch And Your Puppy Bends Down

So I was at a friend’s house when this happened. But I’d eaten an entire tub of the Betty Crocker frosting by myself in under 11 hours. Sugar like this tends to upset my stomach. Anyway later when I went to the bathroom I had the largest shit I’ve had in a while, a turd about seven inches long then more mush on top

Damn 😳 God all that thick sugary frosting must have been so rich~ I had no idea it'd produce such lovely results 💦

honestly I'm more impressed you had the endurance to finish it lol, I could never hold down that much sugar

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Hope that log isn't going to be too painful coming out. Bet your farts stink so bad.

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By the end of yesterday I was sooo crampy and bloated, I was rubbing and pressing into my tummy trying to hold in 3 days worth of poop, but I'm a glutton so of course I still indulged in a bunch of heavy greasy spicy food before falling asleep with a tight and bloated tummy :3

Oof and this morning... while releasing my load was easier (and a few hours early) it was definitely orgasmic 🥵I let loose some of the loudest, smelliest trumpeting farts when I woke up, and they smelled so rotten... God the pure stench of my sheets alone was almost enough to make me cum, and they were loud enough for the neighbors to quietly laugh at 😳😖 All that weight rushed against my hole with a bunch of low gurgling, and I had to rush to let it all out

It took painfully long to push out such a huge log with so much mushy diarrhea behind it 🥵 I could feel it slowly coming out of me for what felt like minutes, the weight dropping out of my guts mixed with it teasing my sensitive hole was just 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦💦💦

I absolutely blew up the toilet with my huge logs and diarrhea, I only wish I could have done it in public instead 💦

Do you ever just walk around the city and feel how insanely bloated you are, while you're on your way for your lecture, nevertheless?

I'd eaten so much sauerkraut for dinner, like six times the usual serving if it's served instead of some other salad. A whole big full bowl of it. At first nothing had happened, but then I had realised just how bloated I felt and how bloated I *looked*, and how gassy I was getting. By the time I got to the lecture hall, I'd been holding in gas and everything was so uncomfortable. I was experiencing pretty painful gas pains, my whole stomach was full under touch and so round I had to undo my trousers, and I still had to squeeze my cheeks and hold all the farts is. It's a pretty small lecture, thank God, so I could sit in the last row no problems with my hand on my belly, feeling everything gurgle underneath.

Still, halfway through, I got such a strong gas pain I had to wait it out, and then I rushed to the bathroom. The second I was out of the door, I leaned forward and bore down, and a huge stinky and hot fart erupted. No one was in the hall, I think, so I rushed to the bathroom and then just squatted in the stall, and farts just fell out of me. I crouched there for 5 mins and I was farting constantly. It stank so bad and I swear I could almost feel myself deflate with each huge fart.

I came back for the lecture and less than a minute later, guess what, I had to hold in a fart *again* and feel it bubble in back *AGAIN*

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anon you kill me every time I'm meltinggg 😳😩 goddamn, you rushing out of the lecture hall and immediately ripping ass would have been such a sight to see 🤤 and then going into the stall just to crouch and try and vent as much gas as possible? wish I was a fly on the wall tbh 🥴🥵 I bet the sound and smell was incredible.

hope you managed to keep a lid on it for the remainder of your lecture, and that the relief when you were finally done was worth it 😵‍💫

I deleted the title on accident but umm copro fantasy

A fantasy of mine is purposely indulging in plenty of rich foods that'll bulk up my stools, then holding for days and blowing up a public restroom 🥴

I'd binge on plenty of delicious fast food, maybe mexican, and a classic burger and fries always gives me great gas. I'd take bites of fiber bars and sugar free (maltitol) candy throughout my meal to keep the gas coming. The next few days, i'd continue munching on fiber bars and pizza and gassy veggies.

My tummy would be bloated and full and soo crampy from being all backed up and full of heavy poop. The first day of two, I imagine I'd be endlessly letting out the loudest, smelliest farts. I'd have to run into secluded corners just to double over with my hands on my tummy, then push out a booming fart that echoes throughout the space I'm in. Of course if I get any close calls, I hold it allllll in. My stomach would whine and gurgle in protest throughout my hold, and my farts would get small and silent and absolutely rotten~

Eventually, one morning I take a heaping helping of sugar free candy while feel the urge building. I rub my belly and travel leisurely as I wait for it to kick in- and hours later, it does.

I take the scenic route to whatever bathroom there might be, still running my belly and rushing juuust a little bit. I choose one that's relatively empty, but not uncommonly used. I sit down as the urge comes to a peak. The gurgles in my belly echo through the restroom, and so do my soft grunts as I begin pushing.

A huge log stretches me out, snaking out for what feels like forever before hitting the bowl with an amplified *plunk*. With the already huge movement, the gas in my stomach rushes towards the exit. Another chunk of poo is launched out, like a cork popping, by a huge fart that deflates my belly as I keep pushing it out. I hear a few murmurs and stifled laughs of amusement at my predicament, and my cheeks flush with sweet humiliation.

I keep rubbing and rubbing all along my colon. I know there's more in there, it still feels so full! Suddenly, the weight of my packed colon shifts, and I groan, bend over, and puuushhh.

Tons of soft logs launch out of me and plop into the water like chunks of wet sand. My stomach churns and howls with gas and what feels like something much more liquid. A wet shart splatters out of me and into the bowl, a teeny little bit hitting the back of the toilet and the walls 🥵🥵🥵

I finish cleaning up with flushable wipes (id definitely be dirty without them) and get up to flush, only to see my mess. I take a picture. The first log is sticking out of the water, and the rest of the water is murky with diarrhea. I try my best to clean up the splatter before flushing. I try not to look at anyone as I wash my hands 😋

Hope you liked my little imagine!!

Boss's Orders (male fart/burp fetish story/fanfic)

hii everyone this is my first public fetish story I'm posting. this character (Cyrus) is not an OC he is from the P0ke/m0n series (I do NOT need this showing up in main tags/general searches haha). please enjoy this story of a repressed and uptight man losing all control of his ability to hold in his gas

Cyrus had no particular fondness for coffee; in fact, he found the taste to be quite repulsive, though he’d never let it show. It was something he drank to function, purely to fuel the machine that was his often-ailing body. As such, it was always supposed to be black coffee. He wasn’t the type of man to do things for “fun” or “enjoyment,” which were vague and sentimental concepts he simply did not have time to deal with. He didn’t need sugar, milk, or creamer; he drank his coffee as it came.

…That, and he happened to be absurdly lactose intolerant. It frustrated him immensely; yet another way in which he was painfully human and so far from the perfect ideal he sought. He usually didn’t have much trouble avoiding dairy, though a familiar and unwelcome bubbling in his stomach made him feel as though he hadn’t been diligent enough.

He shifted uncomfortably in his office chair at Team Galactic HQ. His stomach was softly gurgling, making him thankful he was so particular about his office’s isolation from the rest of the building.

Fuck. That moronic grunt I allowed to fetch me coffee must have made some executive decision to add creamer, he thought to himself, scowling as his discomfort grew.

Why would someone do that? Why were people so stupid and presumptuous?

Cyrus sighed and rested his head in his hands, his frustration quickly interrupted by a surging cramp in his abdomen. At first, he tried to ignore it, keeping his hands and mind busy by focusing on writing his next speech. He wasn’t a child; he could keep his bodily functions at bay without issue. Another sharp cramp rung through his lower body and he found one of his hands tentatively massaging his aching stomach, finding it far more bloated than usual. 

He angrily stood up and locked his office door, his stomach audibly complaining about the sudden movement. The last thing people needed to hear was him in such a vulnerable state. It was unbecoming of him. 

He tried to resume his task but quickly found himself wrapping both arms around his stomach, head on his desk. “Mmnh….” Although the cool surface felt nice on his sweaty face, he let out a soft groan of pain as his insides worked themselves into knots. Righting his posture and forcing himself upright, he tried to set his sights on typing the concluding thoughts of his speech, still able to hear his gurgling stomach over the sounds of the keypresses.

A sudden cramp came that was too intense for him to fight against; though he tried, tensing his muscles so as to not give into his weakness, his body had other plans. Unable to take it any longer, he involuntarily relaxed and let out a forceful, long, wet fart, one that made him sigh in relief. 

How shameful.

It was a disgusting feeling, to be so controlled by his body in this way. He attempted to stand up to open a window to rid himself of the foul odor but found another drawn-out fart bubbling out of him, so desperate he couldn’t hold it back as it filled the room with a sulfurous smell.

Whatever. He would simply resume his duties as any responsible adult would. When needed, he would provide himself relief, if that’s what it took to get his work done.

As he got back to typing, he felt a sharp cramp as his stomach lurched. He didn’t need to apply much pressure to let out a deep, ringing burp, one that made his throat hurt a bit from the sheer force of it. Anticipating another, he placed a hand over his mouth as a belch rose up from the depths of his body, muffled by his palm. Sighing, he closed his eyes, feeling shame and humiliation burn through him. “...Absolutely disgusting,” he quietly commented to nobody in particular.

The smells his body was producing at this point were foul. Entirely unable to restrain his gut from tightening and clenching, a soft, bubbly fart practically leaked out of him, filling his pants with an eggy stench. Perhaps even more mortifying than the gas itself was the sheer amount of relief it was bringing Cyrus to release it; on most occasions, he used every once of his willpower to hold back any eructations or flatulence indefinitely. To be so utterly at the mercy of his body made him feel powerless and weak, but releasing the painful pressure building up inside him was bordering on euphoric.

Taking a momentary break from typing to lean to one side, he let out a bassy fart with a finish just slightly too wet to make him feel comfortable. Another cramp hit him and forced a huge airy fart out of his hole; he let out a contented sigh of relief when it finally finished.

Every part of this disgusted him, especially the warm, damp feeling that was starting to fill the back of his briefs from the moisture of his farts. He was worried he’d need a change of underwear before the day came to a close. Hell, he might from the smell alone. But goddamnit, he’d vowed to complete his tasks at any cost. Nothing so trivial as an upset stomach would interrupt his duties.

As he set himself back to work on writing his speech, his face was burning hot from embarrassment, even though he was alone. Cyrus had always been particularly shy about his bodily functions, especially those deemed more…impolite in nature. What, was he really so weak as to lose control over his bowels, like he was a child? Regardless, even when he tried to hold back his gas, he soon found it erupting out of him, hot searing farts hissing out of him for upwards of ten seconds at a time, rendering the office air nearly unbreathable.

He pressed a fist to his mouth to stifle another loud belch, before furrowing his brow in frustration. A quick assessment of his midsection revealed him to be no less bloated than before, perhaps even moreso despite the massive amount of gas he’d managed to expel. I despise this. This is no way for a leader to conduct himself, he thought as he tentatively unbuttoned his pants and unbuckled his belt, allowing his swollen gut some relief. As revolting as this was, it’d also be best if it was over as fast as possible, and perhaps that required some encouragement on Cyrus’s behalf.

Trying to apply firm pressure to his tender abdomen, he took his fingertips and began massaging his stomach. Forcing his gas in certainly wasn’t working, so maybe forcing it out would have more productive results. With one hand, he gripped the edge of his desk, as he pushed out a massive, roaring fart, so long that it left him out of breath. “Arceus almighty…” He mused to himself as his stomach churned. Every time his hand connected with his midsection, another bubble of gas would force its way out of him.

This strategy seemed to be decent for making progress, though Cyrus’s gut seemed to be capable of producing nearly endless air. After another flurry of smaller farts, he let out a large one that, to his displeasure, felt decidedly wet.

“...Fuck,” he said, getting to his feet and attempting to make his way to his private bathroom. With every step, he let out another rancid, swampy fart, interrupted periodically by deep burps. When he finally got to the bathroom, he felt like he was being stabbed in the abdomen; surely whatever demonic force would emerge from the depths of his bowels would not leave his pants intact, and he was so close to the toilet, but…

Cyrus was unable to restrain the disgustingly wet, sloppy fart that tore through his bowels, his mouth opening a bit in shock at how truly vile it was. It sounded and smelled like he was actively soiling himself. When he managed to shove down his pants and seat himself on the toilet, finally releasing the storm brewing in his intestines, he rested his head in his hands. This was going to be a long day.

Just finished lunch... and another lunch... and someone else's leftover lunch.. 🤤😮‍💨

All of it had very little fiber and I'm pleasantly stuffed :)

It is official I am doing!! My very first official hold on record!!!

Ate psyllium husk, 3 big servings of baked pasta with an ungodly deliciously sinful amount of cheese, abd topped that thang off with more psyllium husk

The left of my colon feels a little full, but this is only the beginning. I'll update in the coming days, send me your encouragements and food ideas!

Perhaps I can be convinced to eat a little sugar free candy for extra gas who knows 👀